Who is/was Taz? Taz was my sons cat that had lived with me for 17 years, she had to be put to sleep on Sunday, being a tortashell she was at times the classic naughty torty, all though not a lap cat, as she aged she would spend time sitting on my partners lap, however she never sat in mine, but she would often approch me to stroke her, which at times would last for upto 30 minutes purring like a Rolls Royce engine, they say that they are theraputic? I think she was, as being the grumpy old bastard that I am she would often calm me by being there for me to stroke her.

Don't get me wrong, I am not a cat or dog person and I am not into furry animals of any kind, but I will miss her. R.I.P. Taz.

So once again here in the UK it's half term, meaning the little buggers we call students have a week of to create mischief and merry hell, so I thought why not us, I mean the responsible adults who spend all our time setting good examples to these lazy little bastards?

So I have been thinking what can I do? then I realised there is nothing that I really want to do that I have not already done, however, I was thinking of leaving some chocolates on some of the female teachers desk with a condom inside? may raise a few eyebrows, get a few of these frumpy old birds nether regions twitching? or just do a Paul Newman in 'Cool Hand Luke' and cut the heads of a parking meter, then I suddenly realised that parking meters do not exist around here it's all pay and display.

As I get older I find it more and more difficult to act like a child, except for the incontinence and the pile of pills on my bedside cabinet, stoping me from falling over, they say we go through a second childhood as we get older, I can't wait, Now wheres my catapult.​

So I have been trying to get new domains for this blog, unfortunately all the names I wanted are now on back order except for GRUMPY-OLDMAN.CO.UK which I now own, so the web name will be changing at the end of the month. Put it into your favourites now.